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| PROJECT ALPHA |
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a Tekken fanfic
by Tharkon (aka Ronny Hedin)
<tharkon@fan.net>
UIN 181261
http://home1.swipnet.se/~w-10956/creative/fanfic/
all C&C appreciated
CHAPTER II
NEW FRIENDS
***
With a screech, the Harley-Davidson came to a halt, and the young
man stepped off, brushing his hand through his high-standing blonde
hair. Finding the right place had not been a problem - not many
houses in the middle of San Fransisco were built in ancient chinese
style, and as expected, on the sign where the words "LAW DOJO".
Before he reached the door, it opened, revealing a Bruce
Lee-lokalike, torso bare, sweaty from training. "Welcome, Mr.
Phoenix", he said.
Paul humphed. "Your problem, Law, is that you're just too damn
formal."
Inwardly, Marshall Law smiled, but he did not allow it too reach
face just yet. "And your problem, Paul, is that you're not. It's good
to see you again."
"Same to you," Paul nodded, as they both entered the dojo.
"So, how goes you're training?"
"Bah," the american snorted, unsuccesfully trying to hide the fact
that he knew just what training the other was referring to. "I'm the
best fighter in the world already. I know all I moves I need."
"Is that so?" Law smiled, but quickly turned serious. "Your
confidence will be your doom, my friend. If you are the best, why are
you not the King of the Iron Fist?"
"Just luck," Paul spoke quickly, but his voice was not as certain
as before. "I could beat the old man Mishima whenever I want."
***
"So, doctor, what is it that you would wish to tell us?"
Yoshimitsu and Jack-2 where both listening to Dr. Vaskonovich. The
former, dressed as always in his samurai-like armour, looked
curiously at the speaker, while the latter was not really able to
express such advanced emotions. A smile was only barely discernable
on his lips when he looked at the little girl, even tinier compared
to the enormous man, sitting on his knee.
"When you helped me escape the Mishima Zaibatsu, I worked on a
secret project, codename Alpha. Kazuya Mishima himself supervised it."
"Well, shortly before you helped me escape from the clutches of the
Mishima Zaibatsu, I was working on something codenamed Project Alpha.
It was supervised by Kazuya Mishima personally."
Yoshimitsu rasied an eyebrow. "This might prove interesting."
"The intention was to clone a genetic soldier. We borrowed genetic
material from Kazuya himself. However, it did not meet with full
success. Only two prototypes were ever created, one of whom gained all
the good sides of it's ... um ... progenitor, the other inheriting
all the bad ones."
"The first one must have been quite small a person then, I would
presume," Yoshimitsu joked, but seeing that the doctor did not like
the interruption, he motioned for him to go in.
"You have told me that Heihachi threw his son into an active
volcano. However, that does not mean he is gone for good."
"Kazuya is dead," Jack-2 stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, but his genes still walk around. They are split, but it is
possible for the prototypes to be joined together again, re-creating
a complete Kazuya Mishima."
"He must have some contacts of his own, outside the corporation, do
you not think?" Yoshimitsu said. "He most certainly hates his father,
now more than ever before, and would probably use any means necessary
to regain control of the Mishima Zaibatsu. If he appears again, what
we would have would be the underworld at war."
Once again, the robot seemed to be confused. "Why is that bad?"
"True, it may sound good," Vaskonovich agreed, "but if you think
about it, you realise it is not so. The Mishima Zaibatsu is very
powerful, not only in Japan but in all the world. Very many people
would be involved, many would die, and there would be much chaos and
anarchy."
Jack-2 shook his head. "That can not be allowed. Kazuya Mishima
must not be ressurected."
Yoshimitsu nodded. "I believe my metallic friend here has hit the
nail head-on. Perhaps you can give us some more information to help
us accomplish this?"
***
The young japanese woman tossed wildly in her sleep. Jun Kazama
was, as so many nights before, plagued by nightmares.
The demonic creature grinned evilly at her. Somehow, it seemed
familiar, similar to Kazuya Mishima, the man she had intended to
fight, but still for some reason felt a strange attraction towards.
Yet, in so many ways, it was different. Certainly, it's twisted,
purple limbs and leathery wings meant they could not be one and the
same.
No, she felt none of that attraction towards this creature, this
purple devil, only fear and loathing, as it smiled, a horrible smile
revealing long rows of small, sharp teeth.
"You," it spoke in that hoarse voice that seemed like a twisted
mockery of the real Kazuya, "shall bear my child."
"Never!" she cried desperately.
"You cannot escape your destiny, Jun. You have been chosen by
fate. You," the creature repeated, "shall bear my child."
"Nooooooooooooooo!"
Screaming, Jun was shaken awake. She laid in her bed silently,
sweating, tired, but not wishing to go back to sleep.
***
[notes section]
At the moment, this chapter feels really sucky, but I really wanted
to get it written now that I've finally managed to start. Maybe the
next one will prove better. I wasn't even able to think of a good
reason to squeeze in a fight here.
While writing chapter one, I thought Lee Chaolan was japanese. As
several persons have pointed, he is, of course, chinese, and the
corrected version (which also has some minor typos fixed) can be
found at the URL mentioned in the header.
Comments welcome (hint hint). Please, if you actually read this, at
least tell me so, you don't need to do any advanced analysis.
Also, if you've spotted any errors in grammar or spelling, please,
please, send me a (private) mail about it. Anything, no matter how
minor it may seem, is important to me!
So, stay subscribed for CHAPTER III: TITLE AS OF YET UNDECIDED. Out
sometime 'round next monday if you don't discourage me too much. ^_^
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